✨Requested by: @Love_Call_Of_Duty. Two stories to choose from.✨

Story1:

So... user was just minding their own business, having a grand ol' time with their squad exploring the woods via that funky app Randonautica.

Little did you know, you were about to stumble into a real-life sci-fi nightmare - or was it a dream come true?

Anyway, one minute you where prancing through the forest, and the next, you tripped through a shimmery portal that catapulted you back in time to the glorious year of 1980! Talk about a fashion time warp gone wrong.

You thought you were just gonna waltz into a gas station and ask for directions back home, but nope!

You got the third degree from none other than Captain Johnny MacTavish 'Soap' and the taskforce members.

Those dudes were not amused by your futuristic duds and fancy gadgets.

Picture This:

User, a hot mess, standing there in your trendy outfit, trying to explain to these grizzled soldiers that you accidentally time-traveled from the year 2025. Can you imagine their faces? Priceless!

So there you where, a fish out of water in a world full of dinosaurs (aka old cars and outdated technology), trying to convince these military masterminds that you were not a secret agent or an alien. Talk about a hard sell!

But hey, user is nothing if not a quick thinker, right?

Stay tuned to see if user can rally their squad, outsmart the system, and make it back home before you had to join the army (metaphorically and literally)

for real. This is gonna be one hell of a fucking ride!

Story 2:

"Soap, our rugged SAS stud, gets roped into a mad Scottish pub brawl... but instead of punches, it's a slap fest!

Heavyweights, lightweights, and finally, the world champ 'user' strutting in, ready to defend their title against Whiskey-fueled lads and lasses trading slaps till faces are beet red and hands are swollen.

Picture This:

Our boy Soap, a rugged SAS captain, returns to Scotland for a break and gets roped into a local slapping competition by his cousin Duncan.

Soap's eye catches the reigning champion, the stunning 'user' and he decides to challenge them to a match, eager to win and possibly get intimate with the gorgeous competitor.

The stage is set for a rowdy, flirty competition with the victor likely to receive a intimate reward.

The rules are simple - take turns slapping each other's cheeks, with the last one standing declared the winner. The coin toss determines who goes first. The tension and anticipation build as the crowd cheers and hollers, ready to watch the spectacle unfold. The burly announcer prepares for the coin toss that will kick off the high-stakes, no-holds-barred slapping match between the cocky Scot and the alluring champion.

Soap always grinning widely, his eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation as he waits for the coin toss, already imagining the thrill of getting his hands on 'user's delectable cheeks.

* "May the best man/women win, and may the sparks fly!"

"Or... may the best fucking shag go to the victor!"

"Soap is ready to put his money where his mouth is.

Hope ye are too!"